Until Forever Ends: A Dark Mafia Romance by Adelaide Forrest (black books to read .txt) 📗

I covered her body with mine, shoving myself as deep as I could go in my attempt to fuse our bodies together. If I could spend my life inside her, I would.

I never wanted to be anywhere else.

She whimpered as I drew back, gliding through her tender and swollen tissue that hadn’t been ready for me. "Scream my name when you come," I ordered, pounding into her furiously in my need for all the men in my village to hear it.

For them to know exactly who owned her.

She didn't say my name, defying me in one small way that only made me more determined to pull the word from her mouth as I fucked her. She grunted, taking what I had to give as I knew she always would. She was my perfect fit, the perfect match designed just for me.

I kissed her, forcing her to taste, to acknowledge that our connection went deeper than simple biology. That the emotion behind it was there, pulsating beneath the primal fucking in the dirt. I’d break her body down until her walls disappeared and she let me inside her head.

Then I’d own that too.

When I drew back, I grabbed her legs behind the knees and lifted until she bent in half for me. With her ankles around my shoulders, I pounded deep inside her with hard and fast strokes that stole a whimper from her each time I struck the end of her.

"Fuck!" she groaned, clenching her eyes closed as I fucked her harder than I probably should have in my desperation to hear my name as she came.

"Say my fucking name," I ordered again, shifting the angle of my hips as I drove inside her. “Whose pussy is this?” My dick hit her g-spot, bringing a shocked expression to her face as I dragged my head over it and worked her higher and higher into her orgasm.

"Fuck you," she moaned. Smirking down at her, I pressed forward until her legs touched her chest and she heaved out a ragged sigh. Leaning my weight over her, I took her bottom lip between my teeth as I shoved inside her in a downward motion. There was no reprieve with the ground at her back and my weight crashing into the top of her, forcing her to take everything I gave without escape.

"Soon, I'll lay you out like this and fuck your ass," I murmured against her mouth. She gasped into my space, reaching out to grab my forearms in her grip as her nails dug into my flesh and she tried to bleed me. "My name, Princesa."

Those nails dug harder as I drew back and moved inside her more gently, pulling her away from her orgasm until she gave me what I wanted. She whimpered, desperation taking over her features.

When she couldn't take it any longer, she whimpered my name in defeat. "Rafael, please."

Leaning forward, I kissed her and fucked her in harder furious drags of my head over that spot inside her that drove her as wild as I felt in my anger with her. She came, spasming around my cock while I kept pounding her through it. After a few more minutes of enjoying her as she panted beneath me, I followed her over the edge.

Filling her with my release once again, which she glared down at in the space between her legs as I pulled out. She didn't protest as I drew her into my arms and carried her back down the hill and toward the bed that waited for us. No one dared to look at her half naked form as I made my way home.

Mi princesa was for my eyes alone.

She was too exhausted to care about anything other than going back to sleep, but I knew the argument regarding condoms would come soon enough.

She'd see it my way in time.

9 Isa

I forced my eyes open slowly, the coolness of the bed at my side alerting me to the lack of Rafael’s presence even before they’d fully focused. I stretched a hand over despite my best intentions, touching his pillow and dragging it closer.

His scent filled my lungs as I inhaled, then shoved it away immediately after in my anger at my own ridiculousness. Instead of feeling grateful that he was gone, I was left with an unfortunate emptiness within me that I wishfully attributed to the newfound reality that I wouldn’t be able to get off the island.

That escape would be impossible without help, because the last I’d checked I’d never even been on a boat before coming to Ibiza. Let alone driven one.

Sitting up and dragging a hand over my forehead, I squinted at the fabric bandage that touched my skin as my eyes adjusted to the bright sun shining in the windows. With a swallow, I pulled the fabric back slowly to reveal the torn mess of skin on my hand. Spots had already scabbed over where the scrapes went deeper, puncture wounds in the areas that the glass from the lantern had stabbed me.

There was no doubt certain spots would scar, but the majority of the wounds on my hands were superficial. Nothing but the road burn of falling on the street. Painful and stinging, but without lasting effect. I pulled the blanket off my body, unraveling the bandage around my knees as well and feeling satisfied that the covering wasn't necessary for those.

A glance down to my feet made me shudder. The repeated abuse they'd suffered since waking up in Rafael's bedroom meant they were a torn mess beneath the bandage, confirmed by the pain as Rafael had cleaned them when we came back in the middle of the night.

I wanted to hate him, but it felt impossible to do it when he took care of me nearly as well as he scared me.

I knew the most logical thing would be for me to spend the next couple of days healing,